Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 599

Timothy asked Secretary Allen to take Henry back to the hospital.

He stayed behind, still sitting alone in the private dining room.

Outside, the fireworks show continued, bursting in brilliant colors against the night sky.

But the person he hoped would watch with him never arrived.

Before he knew it, it was nine o’clock.

Timothy had never felt time drag so painfully.

So this is what waiting feels like.

She had waited for him to come home—for seven years.

Days upon days, all blending into this same ache.

His heart tightened with guilt.

No wonder she wanted a divorce.

She simply couldn’t bear the endless waiting anymore.

Timothy closed his eyes and pressed his fingers to his brow.

Ten o’clock.

Eleven o’clock.

Midnight was approaching.

Knock, knock, knock.

A rapping at the door.

Was it her?

Timothy jumped to his feet, hope flaring in his chest.

But it was only a server, pushing the door open. “Sir, we’re closing now.”

Timothy glanced out the floor-to-ceiling windows—the fireworks had ended.

The one he waited for never came.

“I understand,” he said quietly.

As the server left, Vince stepped in.

Timothy lifted his weary eyes, unable to stop himself from glancing behind Vince, listening for any sign of footsteps.

But Vince was alone.

“She wouldn’t come?”

“Let’s go,” Vince said softly.

He looked around at the room, decorated with such care for an evening she would never see, his lips pressed into a thin line.

All of this—too late.

She didn’t want it anymore.

Timothy was shrewd enough to understand, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

He didn’t know what he was still holding onto.

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